Little India on a Sunday night was lighted up with festive Deepavali lights. The crowds that congregated on the narrow streets off Serangoon Road were the usual foreign workers enjoying their well-earned day of rest. I have never been to Little India on a Sunday night and walking from the carpark that was a few streets away from Serangoon Road, I felt like I was entering into a sea of humanity.

Ordinarily, I would steer clear of places that are crowded but yesterday was an extraordinary day and I found myself in a place where the women I came across could be counted on the fingers of both hands two times at the most. Other than the colourful lights swaying above the streets, the Indian tidbits on sale, a musical event happening below a huge white tent, Little India at that time did not make me feel like it was any different from any other Sunday that I imagine would be like.

Foreign workers were sitting or standing around, on the move, quequing up to remit money home, quequing up to withdraw money from the ATM, buying groceries and making calls on their handphones. I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to walk through all that crowd and traffic with ease. I think people did not push their way through and somehow all that time of being crammed into a small area every Sunday have given them a familiarity with every curb and corner and they knew how to weave their way efficiently around traffic and other people without making them feel intimidated in any way.

This post is for the foreign workers who build our roads, our houses, our flyovers and make our city a beautiful one. To these hardworking people, I am thankful for their labour and I wish them a Very Happy Deepavali!

Seletar Reservoir

The day is grey and I let sepia into my lens
A soul will soon pass on to another realm
I pray for him a safe journey to Heaven
leaving behind good memories for his loved ones

Dairy Farm Nature Park

Fresh air and sunshine and a love for nature - that's how many Singaporeans enjoy their weekends. Today I saw a few 3-generation families taking strolls along the Wallace trail in the Dairy Farm Nature Park. This trail is well-kept and pleasant. It gives us a glimpse of the secondary forest where people once built their homes and lived there for many years. These houses have been torn down and the people have moved out of the forest. The trees are indication of the age of the forest and it was good to walk in the shade of such tall and aged trees. At the entrance to the park these flowers greeted us:

Once we stepped in, we saw many people like us who just wanted to breathe air that is fresher and to treat our eyes to some greenery.
A heliconia flower cradling a fallen leaf.Walking into the park. Wallace trail is a short distance to the left.
Look up sometimes at the sky to get a different view of nature.
Inside Wallace Trail - interesting roots.
Fruits of the fig tree.
Could this be the fruit of the Belimbing tree?
New beginnings for these leaves.
There were many fallen red flowers on the path - flowers of the African Tulip. A mother told her daughter it was an African "turnip" - Oops!
Giant leaves that you could use as fans perhaps.
Winged seeds that missed the earth. Yellow is the colour of the sun.
Mama spider going out for lunch.
Hanging your hearts for all to see.
African tulip at rest. Fern unfurling in slow motion.
A family of snails, together till the end.
A Bat Lily flower, the only one we saw.


A much photographed flower. I do not know its name.
Out of the Wallace trail, heading back to the car park.

Love those hats that can also double up as fans.
Can I go out mum?Moo, Nooooo!




Somewhere at the beginning of the Wallace Trail, we saw this snake that was more than a metre long. So, Why did the snake cross the road?Because there was a chicken on the other side.